More info. He was Rusty's Oldest puppy,and the cutest at that.He wasn't very big, but he had huge paws and always looked like a little bull dog when he tried to walk. From the moment he was born, he was the boss, even when we tried to hold the others, he would stretch out on top of them until he got thier attention. The reason i guess he was my favorite is he reminds me of my Sammy that died last august. He even acted like him in a lot of ways.

When it came time to give them all away, he is the one i chose to keep.Everytime someone would ask about him, id say he is ours. Gage took to him from the very start, and always said dusty was his.That was fine though because he still got to stay at my house. Some of my favorite memories of him are"boxing" with him. His daddy,Joshua could always get him to do it, and it was so funny. Then when he would have enough, he would look at me and say mama.(or at least thats what we think it sounded like, and i'll always remember it). He was a very rowdy lil boy, always chewing up stuff he knew he shouldn't, and running off.You know if he was still here,I think i wouldn't mind the small stuff anymore. He got really sick on the 12th of may, and we knew something was wrong because he stopped eating(which he loved doing) and playing. I knew some

thing was bad wrong when he would not eat his treats. I took him to the doctor on the 14th, and they said he had signs of parvo, but he had a 50/50 chance of making it. I stayed up all night with him that night giving him medicine every 30 minutes with a syringe. The next morning he gave his daddy one last lick before he left, then laid in my lap whining for the next hour until he went home to be with my other babies. We took him to shiloh to be buried,so gage could say one last goodbye.God knows how

we all miss him.